The boy knows how marketing works… God help us.

Tucking him in is always a treat. If he’s not crack-up funny, Whit is often earnest and lovable at bedtime. I’ll kiss many of the stuffed animals, and the requisite “I love you”s are said. Unsurprisingly, he often inserts a Whitticism into the mix. Here’s the one I got last night:

No words can contain the magnitude of my love…

(at this point he made a moué with big, innocent doe eyes)

…so I’ll just give you an adoring look, and hope that sells it.

I think I did something right.